GET BUSY Lyrics

I am on the grind, can't answer my phone

Nigga leave me alone, I am in my zone

Imma get busy, it's all in the plan

As if I'm drizzy, imma stake up them bands

Drekos and choppers and all sorts of beamers that will split you wide open if you fight this arena

I'm the greatest champion, there's no one meaner

No disagreement or Ike and Tina

You're a freshmen and I'm a senior

I'm a god to this music shit

You're just a diva

Smoking on this rap pack

Wiz Khalifa

Smoking on my ganja will give you a seizure

Stick to the fake shit

Stank with that reefa

Imma roll up this good shit just to fucking tease ya

I won't appease ya

Semi automatic leave you tatted like a nail gun

Really getting at it, leave you matted like a hair salon

Nigga really bout it well come show me

Better have one

Imma get busy with the glizzy

Imma have fun

Niggas get jiggy in my city

223 leave a nigga sweating

Blood leaking from his head to his feet if he testing me

We gone get messy

Nigga strike back, I'll attack

Mike Tyson

Imma get dirty with the gritty

This a psychological robbery

Take your mind for a trip through this colony

Topping me is not a possibility unless your bitch is for the street

She really be on top of me

That's her job for me

Got her Jaws on me

Just to slob on me

She don't need to speak

Just swallow me

Fondling my balls like she juggling

Nigga play and it's gone be a murder scene

Of course I'm murdering on the beat

This my murder scheme

The death doc

Kill you surgically

I am a king to a castle

A god in the ring

The ice with no cream

I'm cold, leave you froze in your dreams

No notation, vacating the premises

Get to panicking frantically

Intangible things become a tangibility

This is not the canon me

The pen and me are not friendly

These could be sinful thoughts that pace my mind

I load the Glock and spray my rhymes

From the present day to the ancient times

Nigga wanna play with mine

Imma get busy with the k and nine

Shoot you nine times

Have you screaming nein

Have you speaking German when I split your spine

Leave you looking like the turtle hermit

Opposite of moonshine and I'm the opposite of you

Aged enough to be bitterly good like a last straw drawn to a fine line

Raise the Fahrenheit

Burn it up in the middle of the night and let it shine bright in the moonlight

Better hide if you don't wanna die cause my guns are not light

Nigga like a pipe bomb

I keep the bomb sealed tight

My credentials are confidential until I grab the pencil and start to scribble

It's a missile

You'll be history once it sizzles

Fuck a one inch

Imma punch em with a whole arm length

Keep it clinched when I'm using the wrench

The full extent of my intent is enough to leave a dent or a bend that will hyper extend into the hinge

That's me saying that imma get busy

Olé to the bullshit cause it missed me

Just call me the underdog

It's befitting to a king with a hundred rounds

Leave 'em shitty

There's no pity for the ones who resent the

Bet that weight from the rounds leave that nigga tipsy

Do you really wanna get busy

Do you wanna get busy

I just wanna get busy

Do you wanna get busy

Cause I'll really get busy

Do you wanna get busy

Do you wanna get

Do you wanna get

Do you wanna get

Do you wanna get